Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.